From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #359 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Monday, October 23 2000 Volume 03 : Number 359 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: paper cuts [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: its not what it used to be [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: oogly [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: poem [shell ] ET: Congested Solitude(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 15:04:51 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: paper cuts she's got rips and tears in her arm like any paper doll has with too many little pastel girls pulling on her arms and legs and redressing her skinny body that fits all the clothes. she's as thin as paper the little girls twirl in the mirror another paper cut under black makeup and tube tops that shouldn't cover that much paper-white skin she is patched together with tape her hair has been cut with scissors she's been pulled at and ripped apart and stress seams are showing paper dolls are so fragile. there are rips in her arms gaps where blood should be i'm afraid to look, for fear that the next time i see her she will be in shreds. ~~ roya ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 15:09:45 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: its not what it used to be - --mens room-- What is it that you expect me to do Fly away keeping my heart closed Eyes open Just like I used to Im sorry I cant do that anymore I cant let myself down anymore I already have this hole here That I cant get out of And all the meanwhile you push me down So I sit trying to make myself feel better Rainbow Brite my best friend Since childhood La La Orange, Shy Violet and the rest of the gang The smurfs holding my hand In the cold rain I know things are always going to be different Im going to sing myself to sleep tonight If you want you can listen But I don't care You arent who you used to be Sneaking in the little boys room Sitting, staring in front of the urinals Going unnoticed Just go on and do whatever it is that you will around me I cant see My eyes are glazed with tears Why this again? I wanted to stop certain things But my body refuses They were the only things that felt right While society declared them totally wrong Who cares what they think anyways the knife never leaves my hand <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< - --i guess-- well i guess that i did it again beacuse again you told me how much you hate me i guess im getting used to it i guess im not letting the pain slip away like i should i guess i should change myself but guess what? it wont be for you i guess i wish things were different sometimes i dont know, im a little to used to this i guess its all the same all almost over <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< yup ok..thats all for now..take care all.. " i guess ill never really be able to tell you how sorry i am"-- Ani Difranco ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 17:43:23 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: oogly lemme tell ya ERRRR im not havin a great day.. Stop telling me youre tired of "it" when you mean that you are really tired of me. I can see through your ways. White pumpkins fly over shoe laces, you didn't want me to get there. Plenty of kids I know work there, but I cant say hello. I have things I have to keep up, images that I would rather that they didn't see through. I see the black blazers driving by from my bedroom window, you know its not always that easy to tell what they are doing, little kids playing in the street, screaming. Just because I cant do the same things you can doesn't make you any better than I am. I am not sorry but I am ashamed, and believe me, there is a difference. Just look at something else instead of me. Ive always knows in was the odd one out, the ugliest. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 19:37:51 -0700 (PDT) From: shell Subject: ET: poem I am punitive tiny and small... my hands uneasy and unsure insignificant in my actions, selfish in my ways wrongful in my decisions but my heart, is not your soccerball to kick around at your demise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ short, i know Courtney _______________________________________________________ Say Bye to Slow Internet! http://www.home.com/xinbox/signup.html ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 23:09:34 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Congested Solitude(poem) Hey everyone, Really quick..I wrote this feeling a bit sick. I had a most EXCELLENT weekend and that's about all I'll say lol :) Any questions about the poem though just ask and I'll answer. Also if you don't want my poems, let me know. Take cares and Have a most Excellent Day! :o) -Seth ================================================ Congested Solitude by Seth D. Fulmer 10-22-00 You're awesome and I realized it so many times quite recently The past few weeks were breathtaking The past few days were amazing From the very first Hello face to face to the very most recent sigh and farewell I think of kissing her and go light in the head I'd rather the true experience any day of the year I miss her and I love her and I think of her beauty from the freckles on her body to the birthmark near her lips May I think of her as I sleep and when I wake will I weep Will she make me feel all better as I dream of talking to her in person But alas I feel like sighing now I feel like leaving the waking world Sick I feel like falling down now Perhaps I feel better when I awaken ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #359 **********************************